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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:04:07 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live From Haiku, Hawaii
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Stank vs. LD Williams
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Los Defenestrators vs. DH Magnusson & Spin Hansen
OOWF Onslaught Championship I Quit Match[/u] Davin Moreland vs. Ryan Hardcore
Outback Jack & Firechild vs. Knife & F. Fonzworth MacCappington III Canadian Dragon vs. Capellan Donovan Viper vs. Chris Alt Phantos & Lucios vs. Blitz & Rabbxt vs. Defenestrators vs. Apocalyptic Bastards Concrete TG vs. Moosehead Jack Seamus McNasty vs. JW Westgaard Nerve Agent & Blood Bath vs. Firewoman & Hardbody Harris Eric O'Mac makes his OOWF return
Card subject to medicine head
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:10:03 GMT -5
(Concrete is sitting in his locker room when a security guard pokes his head in)
Guard: Mr. Gryfon? you have a visitor.
CTG: oh? send him in
(the door opens and in strides CHRIS JERICHO)
CTG: (nealy leaps to his feet) LIONHEART!
Y2J: Gryf! It's been a while (manly embrace)
CTG: Congratulations on your return - I'm glad someone is there dealing some proper justice in the WWE
Y2J: There's a lot of "Saving" to do up there, Gryf - and that's why I had to drop by
CTG: I'm not sure I follow
Y2J: I saw what you did at Battlefield this past summer and your match with Randy Orton* inspired me. You were the one that told me that there's a lot wrong in the wrestling business, especially at the highest levels. Think about it, you'd be Superman with Peyton Manning's paycheck. Not only do we both save the WWE but you'll be set for life afterward
CTG: It's not about the money, Lionheart, you know that.
Y2J: (shrugs) but you can't deny that there's justice to be dealt in the WWE.
CTG: .....
Y2J: I got your email the other night about Moosehead Jack, and what is HE to wrestling? He's an assclown who thinks he's Raven, Jake the snake Roberts, Jason Vorhees, Norman Bates, Scott Baiowulf and a reject from metalapocalypse with no fashion sense. I know you want justice, man - I'm getting it started for you, and I put the right words in the right order in front of Vince you're fighting for justice on the biggest stage in all of Sports Entertainment.
CTG: .... I'll give it some consideration
Y2J: (grinning) you'll do more than consider that, Junior! Phone's on if you need me.
(Jericho strides out, leaving CTG to ponder)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:10:23 GMT -5
[The Nerves Agent sees Chris Jericho leaving a locker room]
TNA: Chris Jericho!
Jericho: Uh, do I know you?
TNA: Well no, but I know you, and you'll know me soon enough.
Jericho: Oh yeah and why is that?
TNA: Because. Have you seen me wrestle?
Jericho: Didn't I just say I don't know who you are?
TNA: Oh yeah, well you should stick around for a match. I'll show you what I'm made of.
Jericho: It says on the line-up that you're with Blood Bath. I've seen that guy. He's a freak.
TNA: Yeah I know. I don't like him much, but if I'm paired with him then I'm paired with him.
Jericho: Yeah that's true. Well I guess I'll stick around for a match.
TNA: Okay, see ya later then.
Jericho: Okay bye.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:10:41 GMT -5
**Rabbxt sees the Nerves Agent walking around the corner.**
Rabbxt: Oh, hey, Nerves.
Nerves: Hey, Rab. What's been going on with you lately?
Rabbxt: Nothing much, I guess. I mean, I am in the OOWF now, but you know this already. Haha.
Nerves: Yea, I figured. Me, too. But that's obvious.
Rabbxt: Yea. Oh, and that guy you smashed the champagne bottle on is kind of my partner.
Nerves: Oh, yea. I was totally out of it at that point. I had no idea what was going on. You can tell your friend that I'm sorry about that and that I hope we don't have to feud over it.
Rabbxt: Well, he isn't actually my friend. He's just my partner. I'm sort of trying to teach him the ways around here, but he tends to ignore me when it comes to getting what he wants. But, yea. I'll tell him it's all cool. He'll accept your apology.
Nerves: Cool, thanks.
Rabbxt: And what's up with that Blood Clot guy? I heard you guys are a tag team?
Nerves: Oh, no. We're just being thrown into some matches together. I barely know the guy. I didn't even meet up with him to talk wrestling before our debut match, actually. Oh, yea. And I think it's Blood Bath. Not Blood Clot.
Rabbxt: Damn. That's kind of... Wait. Is that who I think it is?
Nerves: Oh, yea! Jericho's here! I forgot to tell you.
Rabbxt: No, not him. Yo, Defenestrators!
Ecosystem & Voltage: Oh, hey.
Rabbxt: So you beat me and Blitz.
Ecosystem: Yea, so?
Rabbxt: You're lucky I was completely fucked up that night or your asses would both be history.
Voltage: Yea, dude. Sure.
Rabbxt: No, I'm serious. If I wasn't groggy for the entire match, you would've seen my true colors out there.
Nerves: It's true! I've seen his colors before!
Rabbxt: Nerves... Stay out of this.
Voltage: Rabbit. I don't think you were quite as messed up as you claim you were. I think you're just using that as an excuse.
Rabbxt: It's Rabbxt. But anyway, I really was out of it. If you took the combination of drugs and booze that I took earlier that night, I'm sure you would understand. And man, that's the last time I do anything like that again. Period.
Ecosystem: Yea, whatever. Look. We've got another match to look forward to, so just prove yourself in it.
Voltage: Yea. I hope the two other teams don't bother you.
Rabbxt: No way, yo. Phantos and Lucios both seem like cool cats and the Apocalyptic Bastards, well... They just suck. SYB. I mean, come on. The guy should just let it go. There's no future for him in this business. If he's going to whine and complain, just quit the team and then do everyone a favor and quit the sport, too. I'm just happy that me and my partner seem to at least be rising up the card a little bit.
Ecosystem: If you say so. We did beat you last time, so I would have to say that we're moving up the card a bit more than you two are.
Rabbxt: I'll show you! You'll see!
Voltage: Oh, yea. I'm sure of it.
**Blitz comes walking up to the scene.**
Blitz: Oh, hey. What's going on here, Rabbxt.
Rabbxt: Shut the hell up and walk with me! We've got to talk some strategy!
Blitz: Not your strategy stuff again...
Nerves: Can I come?
**Firewoman walks up to the scene, just as Rabbxt and Blitz are leaving.**
Firewoman: No, but I can.
**Rabbxt, Blitz, and Firewoman walk off to talk some strategy.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:11:02 GMT -5
[The Nerves Agent sees Blitz walking and catches up to him to talk to him]
TNA: Hey Blitz.
Blitz: Oh hey Nerves. What's up?
TNA: Nothing much. Why do you sound so moody?
Blitz: Rabbxt. He's always talking strategy with me. I mean, I know we lose a lot, but there is a point at which you've talked strategy too much.
TNA: Yeah, I know what you mean. How was that strategy talk?
Blitz: Alright. About the same as usual. How we gotta do whats gotta be done to win. Even if it includes Firewoman cheating for us.
TNA: Well yeah. I mean I could see how that's a good thing, but doesn't he just trust your skills to win the match?
Blitz: Well no, I guess not. I guess he doesn't even trust his own skills.
TNA: Well that sucks. At least you guys might rise up the card a little.
Blitz: Yeah, that's Rabbxt's idea too.
TNA: Oh well, good luck with that. I think you guys can take on Voltage and Ecosystem next time. At least you probably could if Rabbxt isn't effed up next time.
Blitz: Yeah well, he said that won't happen anymore.
TNA: Okay, that's good.
Blitz: So how are you and Blood Clot?
TNA: Well actually. His name is Blood Bath I think, and we're not really partners. We're just paired.
Blitz: Oh. That guys kinda like a freak.
TNA: Tell me about it. The other day I walked in on him shaving his hair...His body hair. He carved BB into it.
Blitz: Whoa. That's weird.
TNA: Yeah it is.
[Rabbxt walks around the corner and into sight.]
Blitz: Oh god. More strategy. Gotta go.
TNA: Alright. Talk to you later. Good luck.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:11:22 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland appears in the DESIGNATED INTERVIEW AREA with personal interviewer CBS Evening News' Katie Couric. Not appearing in the Run DLP Locker Room presented by Aquafina. This is, to say the least, unusual*
CENKC: Davin, why all the formality today?
DM: Katie, you saw Midweek Mayhem, yes?
CENKC: Ok, so that's why?
DM: Hell yes that's why. I would like to speak directly to "The E" or whatever the fuck he calls himself these days.
CENKC: *hands him the mic* The floor is yours, Davin.
DM: Thanks Katie. So you want to make a splash, Eric O'Mac? You want to make yourself an entrance? You want to come out to my match and call me out? Ok, fine, let's play kid.
DM: Here's the thing, you cheap Jericho rip-off wannabe. You want to come into my fed and talk to me like you're someone I could give 2 shits about? Huh? really?
DM: Here's the thing...E....You had a nice little run with the Onslaught Championship back in the infancy of the OOWF. Congratulations. Then you lost your smile, or converted to Seraphism or whatever you did. And guess what happened? Not only did the OOWF not fall apart, but in fact gained in prestige and is stronger than ever. Moose and Crete represent the best feud in all of Sports Entertainment. Stank and OBJ are 2 of the greatest title-holders in all of sports entertainment. And me? My program with Chris Cole was legendary. My rags to riches story in this fed is inspirational. And my abilty to line up major sponsors to this Fed has given us the gift of solvency for the next 20 years.
DM: Got that? 20 years guaranteed of the OOWF, thanks to Run DLP. You're welcome. When you left...E...The OOWF was on the brink of bankruptcy and folding completely. You want to know who SAVED the OOWF? Look around the locker room at every superstar, and there's your answer. Whether it's Canadian Dragon tossing someone off a ladder, or The Defenstrators throwing someone through a window, to the Great Ric Flair, still serving up sandwiches, to Run DLP infusing this place with much needed cash, and to everyone else here who's put asses in the seats, banged out every arrena we've been at, and who have worked tirelessly at putting on the best show every stinking night...We, WE saved the OOWF. Not you. You're too late. We don't need saving.
RF: SAVE ME? I'M ALREADY SAVED! SPACE MOUNTAIN FATBOY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
DM: Um...Thanks Ric. So you see...E..., your little speech you gave, and probably worked so hard on is absolutely worthless, because see, the OOWF doesn't need saving, and especially not from a washed-up, has-been like yourself who can't hack it anymore. What happens when 2 months from now, when you're jobbing out to SYB and Puck Dupp, and you decide "you're not being used right" again? You gonna take your little ball and go home? Well, save yourself the trouble kid, and don't even bother bringing your ball.
DM: The OOWF doesn't need you, and furthermore, we don't want you. Your time has passed, and your intentions are worthless. Why don't you let the big kids handle the wrestling, and you can be a fanboy, or better yet, go hang out up north. I hear they need someone to job to Viscera. I think you'd be perfect for the job.
DM: And if you're really that slow...E..., let me break it down for ya really slowly...I am the Onslaught Champion. You will not beat me. Your "saving effort" and Jericho rip-off is futile. No one cares. No one cares about you or your average workrate anymore. This isn't the JV league anymore, kid, this is the Big Time. You're not a big-timer. You're a curtain-jerker, and you always have been, and we have our share of jobbers.
DM: Leave the wrestling to the ones who can actually wrestle. I'll get ya tickets to the next show, and you can watch and see how it's done. Maybe I'll even give you some Dunkin' Donuts giftcards or something. Just do the OOWF a favor, and leave us alone.
*Davin drops the microphone and walks away. Fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:11:43 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is in the locker room, facing a camera.**
“Stank…let’s stop playing games. We both know we can’t scare each other. We both know that deep down we actually respect each other. And we both know we have to see this through.
You need to beat me Stank. You got that title by making a deal with the devil. You took advantage of Concrete, and you know it. You need to beat me because I’m the best there is. Beating me - decisively – will legitimize your reign.
By the same token, I need to beat you. I’ve spent my entire career as an also-ran, a second banana. Nothing I have accomplished has removed that sigma, and nothing will. Nothing but that World Title.
So, there you have it. It might be this week, or next, or the one after that, but sooner or later one of us has to prove himself. Either I beat you and your title reign goes down in history as a sham, or you beat me and prove I’ve peaked at second best.
I guess we’re both got something to gain Stank, but only one of us has something to lose…”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:12:03 GMT -5
**Rabbxt sees a door is cracked open. Being the nosey guy he is, he peaks into the room. He sees Blood Bath... with a yo-yo.**
Rabbxt: Oh... My... God...
Blitz: What?
Rabbxt: Look.
Blitz: What about it? Maybe he just likes to yo-yo. He's a weird guy, I've heard.
Rabbxt: You haven't been here for quite as long as me, dude. You don't get the gravity of this situation.
Blitz: You're right. I don't.
Rabbxt: Yo-yos? No one yo-yos around here besides one guy.
Blitz: SYB?
Rabbxt: No, not SYB! It's... It's yoyowiz!
**Rabbxt and Blitz stare, wide-eyed, at the camera as it fades slowly to black.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:12:25 GMT -5
Seamus Mcnasty is sitting in locker room with doctor patching up his head
Doctor: Well that should just about do it.
SM: Yeah, thanks doc, it's just a flesh would ah?
Doc: Hmmm 6 stitches...that knife guy got ya good.
SM: Not good enough. I'm sure at some point I'll bump into him again and by then I owe him this plus interest.
Doc: Ok Seamus here are some pain pills in case you need them.
SM Keep em doc I've got me own medicine. Seamus takes a swig from his flask
SM: Next week I've got another hilljack to rassle...this place ought to have banjos playing in the hallways with all these hicks....
Doc:Careful now, I'm from a small town outside of Greenbay...
Seamus: Yeehaw!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:12:47 GMT -5
[Nerves Agent walks up to Blitz and Rabbxt who are looking into Blood Bath's locker room.]
TNA: What are you guys looking at?
Rabbxt: Oh my god! Its yoyowiz!
TNA: Oh my god. Where?
Blitz: Blood Bath is yoyowiz!!
TNA: Oh my god! No way! He's back!
Rabbxt: We have to get him out of here.
TNA: Definitely.
[The camera slowly fades to black.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:13:09 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen is in the boiler room, sitting on a folding chair. A shadowed figure is in the corner, and the guy in the Redman suit is holding a baseball bat.)
Shadowed Figure: I see that you've acquired a partner now.
Spin: Yeah. Magnusson is a good guy, and I want him to do well. What of it?
SF: Did you ASK about helping someone?
(Suddenly, the guy in the Redman suit takes a swing at Hansen! Spin ducks and the bat barely misses him!)
Spin: WHAT THE FUCK? What was that for?
SF: That was to see if you were paying attention. How do you think you can teach someone when you are receiving instruction yourself?
Spin: Because I know a lot of things, and where the hell do you get off on trying to tell me what to do? The only reason why I keep on coming to you for advice is because I want to know more about WHY you've shown this freakish interest in me.
(Spin dodges another swing from the bat).
SF: I'm not trying to tell you what to do. Just knowing that there's another potential person who you might let slip my identity to.
Spin: You know that I'm a man of my word, and you made me promise not to move forward until you've told me to. Besides, what's the difference between me taking on one person at a time and taking on two?
(The guy in the Redman suit swings again... and Spin catches the bat! He bellows angrily and starts WAILING on the Redman suited individual, who goes to the ground but remains intact)
SF: Not much. Not much at all. As for your lesson... you've just learned it. Proper application of anger and the physical reactions from it in your body can go a long way, can't it? You lesson for the week is over, and keep that in mind.
You'll never get the respect of everyone else here without making a few examples of people. Who better to start with than the World Tag Champs? In the end, the most important thing won't be if you win or lose... it'll be if your opponent realizes that you're a dangerous sonofabitch and knows never... EVER... to mess with you again.
Until next week... remember what you've learned.
(The silhouette of the shadowed figure vanishes as the camera fades...)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:13:28 GMT -5
**Rabbxt, Blitz, Firewoman, and the Nerves Agent are all in a meeting.**
Firewoman: Alright, guys. Look. Everyone here is pretty new to the OOWF. I think we're all getting into too many things at once. We just joined, guys. We should be concentrating on improvement and possible title shots coming our ways.
Blitz: Yea, Fire. I understand that. It's just that Rabbxt...
Rabbxt: It's just that I what, Blitz?
Blitz: You just want everything to go your way at the same time. You want to have complete control over everything, but you can't do that.
Nerves: I don't think he's trying to control everything. Just as much as he can, which is a good idea, if you ask me.
Firewoman: But we should be concentating on one thing at a time. Rabbxt, you and Blitz should be concentrating on your tag team. You should be trying to rise up the card and try to go for the belts as soon as you can. And Nerves, you just got here. You've had one or two matches. You should still be trying to show off your style and get some fans to notice you and recognize you. You need to think of ways to get your heat.
Nerves: I guess I did just kind of insert myself into this a little quick. Your party started it, Fire. Haha.
Firewoman: Don't blame me for any of this, Nerves. Or any of you, for that matter.
Rabbxt: No one's blaming you, Fire. He's just stating a point.
Blitz: She is right about me and you, though. We should just be trying to develop as a team and get as good as we can in the shortest time. We can move up the card quicker that way.
Rabbxt: I guess you might have a point. I'm just so totally into all this. I want to do everything I can possibly do in this federation to get people to notice me, as Fire said Nerves should be doing.
Firewoman: So we're all cool with this?
Rabbxt: Oh, shit! What about Blood Clot?
Firewoman: Blood Clot?
Nerves: His name is actually Blood Bath. He's yoyowiz reborn.
Firewoman: yoyowiz?
Rabbxt: You don't want to know the whole story. Trust me.
Firewoman: Alright, fine. I trust you. But what about him?
Rabbxt: I want him out of this place. Now. He will do nothing for the OOWF.
Nerves: And I'm being paired with the guy! He's going to drag me down with him.
Blitz: Rabbxt was talking to me about maybe taking him out, of course.
Firewoman: I don't think you should be starting a feud when you've got a tag team to manage and control.
Rabbxt: I don't want a feud, Fire. All I want is one match.
Firewoman: Won't he just come after you if you beat him?
Rabbxt: Nope. I've thought of that. I'll break his fucking neck if I get into the ring with him. We've got concrete floors out there, Fire. If I slam him on one of them and then hit him with a 630...
Firewoman: If you really want to go through all of this, then I guess it's really up to you. But just remember all of your main obligations. Rabbxt and Blitz, you guys just focus everything on your spot as a tag team and try to dominate every night you go out there. And Nerves, if you just focus all your attention on your matches and promos, you'll do good, no doubt.
Rabbxt: Got it, Fire. And thanks for this. You really helped us sort our shit out.
Blitz: Yea, Fire. Thanks.
Nerves: Thanks, Fire.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:13:48 GMT -5
[Rabbxt and Nerves Agent are talking after their meeting with Firewoman and Blitz.]
TNA: She had some pretty good points in there. But there is no way I'm going anywhere when I'm paired with a man covered in hair with a mechanics suit and sandals with BB carved into his chest while he's yoyoing.
Rabbxt: Yeah, I know what you mean. I can't stand that guy.
TNA: Are you still planning on taking him out?
Rabbxt: Oh hell yeah. I'm fucking his life up.
TNA: Wow dude, That's kinda like..violent.
Rabbxt: Yeah, I know, but that guy was a total spammer.
TNA: Well if you take him out, I wanna help.
Rabbxt: We'll see about it.
TNA: Okay.
[Blood Bath walks up to the two of them]
BB: What are you guys talking about.
Rabbxt and TNA: [surprised] Nothing!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:14:12 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is, yes, WALKING~! And happens upon Blood Bath, Rabbxt and Nerves Agent*
DM: Gentlemen.
R: Hey Davin.
TNA: Hey Champ.
BB: Kick Rocks, Psycho!
*Davin smirks, makes contact with everyone, and hits a DIAMOND CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE ON THE CEMENT FLOOR!! OW!!!*
DM: *smiles* That felt good. Haven't done that in a while.
*TNA and Rabbxt take a step back*
TNA: ...
R: ...
DM: Got a sec, Rabbxt?
R: Uh, sure, I guess.
DM: Let's head over to the Dunkin' Donuts Promotional Hospitality Tent, Staffed by Curt Schilling. I'll buy you a coffee.
R: Umm...ok...
*Rabbxt and Nerves Agent share a look of, well, can't really be described better than, a look of "Oh Shit". They bump knuckles and Nerves Agent takes his leave. Rabbxt and Davin Moreland start WALKING~!*
DM: Well kid, let me say, I've watched you since your debut, I've caught you on OOWF-TV, and quite frankly, I've been pretty impressed.
R: Um...well thanks.
DM: Yeah, good to see all you new blood sticking together as well.
R: Seemed like the right way to go about things.
DM: Yeah, made sense. Hey Curt.
C("The Golden God"S: Davin! What's up? Did I tell you about my new record in "World of Warcraft"?
DM: Curt...
CTGGS: What about trolling more Yankees boards?? I've been on FI-YAAAAHHH lately!
DM: Curt, we talked about this. I don't want to have that..*clears throat* "discussion" again...Do you?
CTGGS: Um...well...no...you're right. Um...Black, 2 sugars?
DM: Yup. So anyway, Rabbxt, the reason I wanted to talk to you...Just wanted to offer a little "veteran advice", if you don't mind.
R: I guess...
DM: Ah, nothin' too deep kid; just that I've seen you here, and I was curious, so I checked out some of your indie stuff. Dude, you're good. Damned good.
R: *smiles* Thanks.
DM: No problem. I also noticed you started a tag team with Blitz, that's...different...
R: Well, it's not the first face/heel team, and besides, I think we have a real chance to...Hey...Wait a second...What is this REALLY about? You're scared we're gonna take out Phantos and Lucios! You're here defending Run DLP!
DM: Well...no. Although that would make sense. Actually that's not it at all. Phantos and Lucios are my boys, but they don't need me to fight their battles for them. Did you know they've been screwed out of the Tag Team Championships 16 straight matches?
R: Really?
DM: Well, something like that. It's a lot. It's to the point where the fans are starting to call them "The People's Champs". Crowd loves em.
R: Who cares about the crowd loving you?
DM: Point taken. THEY really do, it's part of being super-duper uber-faces.
R: Why haven't you...you know...
DM: Yeah, well, usually it's like me vs. four other guys on the outside. Distracting the referee is pretty low on the agenda.
R: So you're not above...
DM: Me? I'm not above much of anything if I can get the win. Hell, my stips for my title is an I Quit match.
R: Not very face-y...
DM: Neither am I.
R: So...what is the point here?
DM: My POINT is, just be careful tying yourself up in a tag team, when you obviously have singles-run type skills and mindset. Not saying "Don't be in a tag team", just don't let it define you, is all I'm saying. Even if you come up with a name, and you're making a tag run and things are on top of the world...just make that the people that need to know, know you're RABBXT, and not just "One half of Rabbxt and Blitz" or whatever.
R: Yeah, ok, I get ya. Yeah...And seriously, I appreciate you pulling me aside like this. Everything's just kind of happening at once since I got here, and it's easy to forget the reason I'm here...
Both: To Win Belts.
DM: Heh. Same page. Anyway, I'm gonna get running, I gotta make a Yum! Foods marketing meeting back in Boston.
R: All right, well, see ya...
DM: Later, kid. And hey, noticed that you were having some trouble with your phone. Check in the Run DLP Locker Room Presented by Aquafina and if Phantos or Lucios is in there, tell them I said to look and see if there's any extra Sprint PCS phones in there. Here's a card with a number to call to activate. Free Demo account, you can do whatever, don't worry about it. Just think of it as a "Welcome to the OOWF" present.
R: Welcome to the OOWF...well thanks. But why are you...
DM: Make your run with what you're doing first, and after that, come find me. See ya, Rabbxt.
*Davin leaves*
R: He even pronounced my name right...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:14:35 GMT -5
(We see inside inside the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room. Phantos is bouncing on the trampoline, while his partner is sitting in front of the Sony Multimedia Center. Lucios clicks the screen off and approaches Phantos)
Lucios: Hey Phantos.. I’m going out for a bit.
Phantos: Alright man, hey, if you’re getting food from somewhere, I’m hungry.
Lucios: No D’Angelos or Papa Ginos right now, I just need to take a walk.
(Lucios exits the room, and Phantos resumes his flipping. Rabbxt suddenly appears on screen, vigorously chewing a wad of gum.)
Rabbxt: Hey goofball, come here
(Phantos somersaults off the trampoline and lands beside Rabbxt)
Phantos: Hey man, who let you in here?
Rabbxt: Davin told me to come take one of the Sprint PCS phones.
Phantos: Sure thing man, over on that far table. Help yourself to some Aquafina too!
(Rabbxt grabs a bottle of water from the cooler and picks up a box from the table.)
Phantos: So, are you in Run DLP now? Aren’t we in a match this week?
Rabbxt: Like I want to hang out with you goofballs. Davin offered me free stuff. I’m taking it. And I plan on taking your spot in numerous tag team title matches very soon. Blitz and I will be the next champs. (Rabbxt does the Curt Hennig Memorial Gum Spit & Swat)
(Phantos watches Rabbxt walk out of the room. He shakes his head and mutters “What a Prick,” then resumes his trampoline workout.
The Camera makes a hard cut to find Lucios approaching a locker room door. He knocks and is granted entrance.)
LD Williams: Come on in and have a seat. You have all my Defenstrators tapes already, you know.
Lucios: (Sits opposite of LD, looking very depressed) I need to talk to you. You’ve always been straight with me, and I respect that.
LDW: I appreciate that, what can I do for you?
Lucios: I’m starting to get discouraged LD, We’ve been chasing various champions now for months, and It’s starting to get to me. I’m not accustomed to losing. I can’t remember the last time we won a 2 on 2 match.
LDW: Trust Me, (Copyright 2004 MHJ, Inc, 2004) I understand. For three years now I have been treated like a second class citizen. No World Title. Overlooked constantly by others. I finally decided to take matters in my own hands. I took out Underdawg on my own; I had to prove to everyone I was a contender.
Lucios: That’s why I came to you. What did you change? When we arrived, you were half of the Tag Team Champions. You went from there to a top spot on the card. You turned a corner. What can we do to turn that corner?
LDW: Have you talked with your partner on this?
Lucios: (chuckling) All Phantos ever wants to do, when he’s not oogling Porn Stars, is to get suited up and wrestle. He lets things happen. I try to MAKE things happen.
LDW: Maybe he has a good idea.
Lucios (startled) Oh?
LDW: Listen, I have known you for a little while now. You prepare for matches better than ANYONE else I know. I think you’ve watched more of my tape library than I ever have. But there’s more to studying tape and working out in the gym to being a great wrestler. There are things you simply cannot game plan for.
Lucios: Hmmm.. Go on
LDW: Think of Michael Vick. Not the dog-fighting, gambling prick he is off the field. Think of him from his Virginia Tech days. He was a phenom. You couldn’t stop him. The Falcons sold the farm to draft him. How has he done in the NFL? Average at best maybe? In college, He got to go out there and just play. In the NFL, every Head Coach, every OC he had wanted to be THE MAN who turned Vick into a perfect ‘system’ quarterback. No one ever did. You can coach only so much. At some point, you just have to get out there and play.
Lucios: So, no tape study, no working out?
LDW: Some, but It seems like you have gotten pretty maniacal with it lately. Phantos little rant a couple of weeks ago should have brought the point home. You can only study so much tape. How many matches against Los Def have you had?
Lucios: Probably a dozen or more
LDW: Exactly. You know what they are going to do, there’s no need to study that intensely for them. Just go out there and wrestle.
Lucios: And you think that will work?
LDW: You two are talented enough to win the titles, no doubt. But to break through, to get over that hump, you are going to need to rely on your talent, and your partner, more than your tape studies.
Lucios: (Rises to leave) Thank you LD.
LDW: No problem, but be careful. Hanging out with Davin could be hazardous to your health. He’s trying to pick a fight with Moose, and that can’t end well for him. Don’t let his stupidity bring you down.
Lucios: Davin isn’t scared of Moose
LDW: I don’t think he is, but he hasn’t always been SANE enough to know when to be scared. If Moose decides to take him out, you could well find yourselves casualties of that war. Remember, you came here as a tag team, not as Run DLP
Lucios: Run DLP has been good to us though. The money is excellent, and it has helped us get noticed. They might not know our names yet, but they all know who we are.
LDW: Good luck tonight.
Lucios: You too sir.
(Lucios leaves and we fade to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:14:54 GMT -5
**Ecosystem sees Rabbxt in the hallways and stops him to chat.**
Ecosystem: Hey, Rabbxt.
Rabbxt: Hey, um... Eco, right?
Ecosystem: Yea. You got it.
Rabbxt: Alright, then. What do you want?
Ecosystem: I'll just get to the point. Davin showed me some of your indie stuff on YouTube.
Rabbxt: People are uploading my matches on YouTube? Since when do they have the permission to do this?
Ecosystem: They don't. They just do what they want.
Rabbxt: Asses.
Ecosystem: Yea. Anyway, I was pretty impressed with some of it.
Rabbxt: Davin told me the same thing.
Ecosystem: You deserve it. You've got some mad skills, kid. But there's also been a rumor floating around the net about you.
Rabbxt: Whatever it is, it isn't true!
Ecosystem: No, no, Rabbxt. It's nothing bad.
Rabbxt: A rumor about me that isn't bad? Can I get a clue?
Ecosystem: I'll give you more than a clue. People have been saying that you've done the only 810 degree splash in a wrestling match ever.
Rabbxt: Have they, now?
Ecosystem: That's what they've been saying. What I'm here to ask you is... Did you really do that? Do you know how incredible that sounds. I haven't been able to find the clip or the match that it happened it, but I can't immediately dismiss it, you know?
Rabbxt: Yea, yea. I know what you mean. You've got to know for yourself what the real truth is. Don't trust anyone else's word on anything.
Ecosystem: Exactly. So... It's true?
**The Nerves Agent overhears the conversation as he is walking down the same hallway.**
Nerves: Rabbit!
Rabbxt: It's Rabbxt, Nerves.
Nerves: I did it on purpose! How could you claim that you've done the 810!? You've known for years that I've been practicing that move!
Ecosystem: Actually, Nerves... Rabbxt didn't claim that he did it. I just heard it on the internet on some random message board.
Rabbxt: Yea, dude. I don't know what you're getting so uptight abo...
Nerves: You, Rabbit! Every time we start becoming friends again, you go and mess that up by taking something away from me!
Rabbxt: Nerves, I never said I did the 810.
Nerves: Then what was your answer for Ecosystem going to be, Rabbit!? Did you do it, or did you not?
Rabbxt: Well, I mean... Even if I did do it, why would you be so pissed about it? So I did some awesome move that you've been practicing...
Nerves: Because you've known for years that I wanted to be the first person to ever do one! That would be part of my legacy! And now you've taken that away!
Rabbxt: Nerves, again... I never said I did it.
Ecosystem: Let's just solve this right now, guys. Rabbxt... Have you ever done the 810 splash?
Rabbxt: That's... Why does it...
Nerves: Just answer the man, Rabbxt.
Rabbxt: You finally got my name ri...
Nerves: Answer him!
Rabbxt: Yes, Nerves! I've done the 810! Ok!?
**Nerves walks away angrily. He keeps walking, even with Rabbxt urging him to come back.**
Rabbxt: So what is that?
Ecosystem: Are you two not friends anymore?
Rabbxt: I don't even know...
Ecosystem: You're an amazing guy, Rabbxt. An 810? Damn...
Rabbxt: Thanks, dude.
Ecosystem: Why don't you ever bust that shit out around here?
Rabbxt: Well, see... I don't like people to know that I've done the 810.
Ecosystem: Why not? That's an awesome thing to be able to say.
Rabbxt: Yea... If I could do it right every time.
Ecosystem: Huh?
Rabbxt: The whole story is that I was supposed to finish a match with a 630 one night. Instead, I wanted to up that and try to pull off an 810. I did it, and the crowd went bitshit. All the management guys liked it because it got people talking. They told me to finish someone else that same way the next week. I went for it, but I didn't hit it.
Ecosystem: You got hurt?
Rabbxt: More than that, though. Do you know how embarrassing it is to miss a spot that huge and get hurt trying it?
Ecosystem: A spot that huge, no.
Rabbxt: Well, it sucks. The entire crowd turned on me. I slipped off the ropes when I went to jump and landed on my fucking head.
Ecosystem: Oh, shit...
Rabbxt: Exactly. And now I'm sort of scared to try that move again.
Ecosystem: I feel you, dude. That's got to be pretty intimidating.
Rabbxt: Yea... Listen, I'm going to go and text Nerves. See what's up.
Ecosystem: Alright, man. Peace. Woa, new phone?
Rabbxt: Huh? Oh, yea. I actually took two from the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room. One for me and one for Blitz. But I really do got to go and text Nerves.
Ecosystem: Oh, yea. See you later.
Rabbxt: Peace.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:15:15 GMT -5
Lucios walks into the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room to find his partner standing in front of the Sony Multimedia Center playing Guitar Hero III.
Lucios: Hey partner, turn that off and come here. We need to talk for a while.
Phantos: Man, I PROMISE I watched those AE & SYB tapes earlier. I wasn’t wasting time with the Guitar Hero again
Lucios (smiles broadly): No, that’s not it man. I know I’ve been pushing really hard lately with the training and film study. I’ve become a little obsessive with winning those championships.
Phantos: I know man, I’ve been obsessed too.
Lucios: Please focus here partner. I’m not talking about your Lauren Phoenix or Stormy Daniels obsessions, I’m talking about winning the OOWF Tag Team Championships.
Phantos: I want to win those soooooo bad!. But it’s been really tough lately. I keep having to watch the same tapes over and over. It’s really hard to concentrate like that for soooo long.
Lucios: I know. I want to tell you that we are going to slow down on the prep work and spend a little more time just relaxing. When we are in the ring, we are just going to wrestle our style match, and not worry so much about what the other guys do.
Phantos (with a look of amazement): really?
Lucios: Really Really. Hey, let’s go get some pizza! You said you were hungry earlier.
Phantos: man, I’m ALWAYS hungry for pizza. Papa Ginos here we come! Oh, hey, that Rabbxt guy was here earlier.
Lucios (serious face returning): Here? Like in the locker room?
Phantos: Yeah, Davin sent him and told him to get a phone. He even had one of those activation cards with him.
Lucios: Hmmm.. Davin did mention him to me last week sometime, but that was before the match this week was signed. Rabbit say anything?
Phantos: No, he’s a little prick, just like he was a couple of weeks ago. Spit his gum at me. I want to stomp his face in one of these days.
Lucios (pulling his Sprint PCS phone out and texting.): Maybe you’ll get your chance at New Year's Evil. I’m sending for the Dunkin Donuts Limousine. Let’s go eat buddy!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:15:38 GMT -5
*The Nerves Agent is skulking furiously down the hallways, when he sees Blitz and stops him.*
The Nerves Agent: That fucking Rabbit man, he’s pissed me off.
Blitz: What’s he done this time? Is it that gum spit & swat thing again? Sorry, I know his manners aren’t that good.
TNA: No, it’s not that. He only does that with Phantos.
B: I wonder what that kid has done to piss him off.
TNA: Whatever man, it’s his arrogance. You see, for all my life, I’ve had a dream. And if I accomplished that, I would go down in the annals of wrestling history. I would have defined my legacy with that moment. You know what that dream of mine was?
B: Become a Hall of Famer?
TNA: No, not that.
B: Win all the world championships in professional wrestling?
TNA: No, no, no. Don’t you get it? A defining moment isn’t an accomplishment that previous wrestlers have achieved. No, it should be an innovation. And my innovation would have been to land an 810 degree splash. But you know what? That fucking Rabbxt did it first. The prick claims to have done it in an indy match.
B: 810? Wow. You’ve got to admit, that’s some real flipping.
TNA: But he took my dream away. That ain’t cool.
B: Rabbxt seems to thrive on beating other people. On just being better. So you know what we need to do? Go one better than him. Yes Nerves, we have to outflip him. It’s going to take hard work. But do you realize how apeshit the crowd will go if one of us does an even better flip?
TNA: What do you mean, one of us? This is my chance. He took away my flip. I’ve got to be the one to land a better flip.
B: Well Nerves, surely you don’t think you can perfect so many rotations without a training partner? Together, we can help each other learn to do that elusive extra rotation.
TNA: Yeah, I guess. So what flip should we aim for?
B: Well Nerves, I’ve thought about it. And the next logical flip would a 900. I’m sure that would put some butts in seats.
TNA: A 900? Wouldn’t that just make us land on our heads?
B: Some might call it crazy. But do you realize how unexpected that would be? And the pain that would go through our opponents. Sure, it hurts to have someone land on their stomach or backs onto you. But you know how hard a head is. It would be an academic 3 count.
TNA: It will break our necks. We won’t even be able to make a cover.
B: Do you have to be so negative?
TNA: You really are crazy. There’s no way The Rick would allow it. Lets just do a 990. It would be even better. And slightly safer.
B: Okay fine, we can do a 990. But wait a moment. How do we know Rabbxt really did it? He could just be bragging. Or maybe someone else already did do an 810.
TNA: He wouldn’t lie. He’s just made everybody expect him to land an 810. Ever time he goes to the top rope, the fans will expect him to do the 810. The ninja cameraman was there. And nobody else crazy enough to risk their lives at an indy show. And if it was at a major fed, everybody would know.
B: Okay, he’s not bragging. But there is one man that is far more reckless than Rabbxt.
TNA: You don’t mean we…
B: Yes Nerves. I suggest we pay him a little visit.
TNA: Oh my god. Do you really think he would have done an 810 without everybody knowing?
B: Oh yes. Perhaps even more. You do know who this is. Nerves, you’re new in the business. You don’t know half about what goes on around here. What if he seriously injured someone in the attempt? People will cover up. The kid does have his connections. And even if he didn’t do it, he will be the one to know if someone ever has. And have the tape to watch it too. He would be the one to coach us if we wanted to do a 990.
TNA: Do you know where he is?
B: I can find out. There’s not much you can’t find out with the new Sprint PCS Rabbxt gave me.
TNA: Speaking of which, should we bring Rabbxt along?
B: For now, I think it would be best if it were just the two of us who went to see him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a few phone calls.
*1 hour later*
*Blitz finds TNA in his locker room, reading something on his phone.*
B: What are you doing?
TNA: Nothing.
*Blitz peers over his shoulder.*
B: Hey, is that from Rabbxt?
TNA: Forget it man, it’s nothing. Now did you find out where he is?
B: Yes. I just have 1 phone call left to make.
*Blitz dials a number.*
B: Hi, when is your next available flight to Calgary, Alberta? Friday? 2 Seats please. Thank you.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:16:06 GMT -5
**Rabbxt walks into his locker room, where he finds Blitz and the Nerves Agent.**
Rabbxt: What are you two doing here?
Blitz: We share this locker room, Rabbxt. We're a team. At least I think we are.
Nerves: And I thought we were friends, Rabbxt. But apparently, you lack the ability to have friends.
Rabbxt: But this is the reason why. You two just met and now you're all over each other. Blitz, you were my partner and we were getting along alright. Not great, but alright. And Nerves, you were cool with me, too, when you first came into the OOWF. Once you two met each other, through me, you basically just turned your backs on me and now you both hate me.
Nerves: Rabbxt, I would say that you did this to yourself.
Blitz: I hate to say it, but I would have to agree. Bossing me around all the time and trying to get me to do what you want isn't the right way to keep a partner by your side.
Nerves: And going behind my back and doing an 810 without even mentioning it to me isn't the way to keep me beside you, either.
Rabbxt: Fuck the 810, dude! I did it one time.
Nerves: That's all I wanted. I wanted to land it once. That's it.
Blitz: You stole that from him, Rabbxt.
Rabbxt: Nerves, go ahead and do it. Practice it and pull it off. I don't care about it, anymore.
Nerves: Because you've already done it. Me doing it means nothing now.
Blitz: But we're working on a new move. The 990.
Rabbxt: You've got to be fucking kidding me. The 810 is right on the line between real and fantasy. A 990 is just fucking fake as shit.
Blitz: We're doing it, dude.
Nerves: We're doing it?
Blitz: Partners, Blitz. Me and you. Remember?
Rabbxt: You two are partners, now?
Nerves: Well, we didn't really discuss...
Rabbxt: Fuck it. I don't even care anymore. Blitz, fuck you. I thought that we were fine together. A great tag team. We were getting decent enough pushes. We might have had a shot at the tag belts sooner rather than later. But that's gone now, isn't it? A dead dream.
Nerves: I don't want to take that away from you, two. I may not like you, Rabbxt, but I can't do to you what you did to me. I can't just split you and Blitz up. It isn't in me.
Blitz: Come on, Nerves! Me and you!
Nerves: No, Blitz. Me and Rabbxt have a long history together. Much longer than the history me and you have. I can't just fuck him over like this.
Blitz: Nerves...
Nerves: No, Blitz. This may be wrestling. But this isn't just some fake-ass storyline. This is real. I'm not going to turn my back on him like this.
Rabbxt: Thanks, Nerves. But how can we just repair this between us and become friends again?
Nerves: Sorry, Rabbxt. But I'm not sure how long it'll take me to get over this. This was a huge blow to me. It's like divorcing after a 30 year marriage. This isn't going to be easy to overcome.
Rabbxt: I guess I understand, Nerves. But trust me, I am sorry.
Blitz: What is this? Are you just going to ditch your dream, Nerves? You're protecting this little prick?
Nerves: Blitz, just stop. Don't call him names, anymore. I'm not on your side. I'm not on his side. I'm on my own side. Did I ever mention to anyone that I wanted to be a team? I don't think I did. Everyone is just deciding things for me and I'm sick of it. Sure, Rabbxt did the 810 and I'm pretty pissed at him for that. But that isn't a reason to end our friendship, just like that.
Blitz: So what's actually going on here, then?
Rabbxt: I think he's ditching you. And I think he's ditching me, too.
Nerves: Basically, guys, yes. That's what I'm doing. I don't know for how long, but that's it. I'm sticking with myself, and only myself. I'm a singles guys. You two can be a team if you want, but leave me out of this. I'm going to start my own feuds. Nothing with you guys. I don't want to be partners and I don't want to be enemies.
Rabbxt: I feel you, dude. And I got it.
Blitz: I can't believe you're just ditching me like this.
Rabbxt: Blitz, let him make his own decisions, alright?
Nerves: He doesn't have to let me, Rabbxt. No one has to let me do anything. I'll do what I want to do, no matter if someone's letting me do it or not. I'll talk to you both some other time. Maybe in months, maybe years. But until then, take it easy.
**Nerves leaves the locker room. He will not speak to Rabbxt or Blitz until he decides to, apparently.**
Blitz: Fuck him, dude. We had it all planned out and he ruined it.
Rabbxt: Look, Blitz. You've grown some balls. You tried to get him to do what you wanted him to do. That's what I've been trying to get you to do this whole time that I've been your partner.
Blitz: Exactly. The whole time that you were my partner.
Rabbxt: Wait, what? Are you saying that we're not partners anymore?
**Blitz looks down, with Rabbxt looking on for an answer. The screen fades to black, leaving us hanging until next time.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:16:30 GMT -5
[Firewoman and The Nerves Agent are in the middle of a conversation]
TNA: Look, all I'm saying is that you talk to them a lot. They listen to what you have to say, and they take your advice. You're kinda like their manager in a way.
FW: There's no way I'm getting into the middle of this. You guys need to work it out yourselves.
TNA: All that I'm asking is for you to tell them how I feel. I hate them. I can't stand their guts. Especially Rabbxt. But who knows, maybe in a few months, maybe even years, I'll think back and realize that all of this was blown out of proportion. Maybe one day, I'll wake up and miss talking to them, and hanging out with them. I know they probably feel the same with me, even if right now they hate me. That could change. We were good friends before this shit happened. I don't want that to never be a possibility again.
FW: Alright, I'll talk to them, but I don't what good it'll do. From what you told me, Blitz straight up hates your guts, and Rabbxt doesn't give a shit about you. So if I tell them, and they don't care what you have to say, then don't be upset.
TNA: Well right about now, I wouldn't care a bit. But like I said, you never know.
FW: Okay, but this is the only time. I'm not gonna be the message lady between you and Blitz and Rabbxt.
TNA: Okay, thanks Fire.
FW: No problem, Nerves.
[The camera fades to black as Firewoman leaves The Nerves Agent, heading in the direction of Rabbxt and Blitz's locker room.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:17:01 GMT -5
**Firewoman walks into R&B's locker room.**
Firewoman: Guys?
Rabbxt: Yea, Fire. We're kind of in the middle of something.
Blitz: More like the end of something.
Firewoman: Look, this will be quick. Nerves just wanted me to talk to you guys real quick.
Rabbxt: We're done talking to him and about him, Fire. I'm sorry.
Blitz: He did it to himself.
Firewoman: Guys, listen to me. I'm always the one that has to solve everything. I'm not sure if I can solve this or not, but this is my last message between you guys.
Rabbxt: Just, do whatever, Fire.
Firewoman: Alright. Rabbxt, Nerves want there to be a possible friendship in the future for you two.
Rabbxt: Alright, whatever. Maybe there will and maybe there won't. Until then, we're split. No communication, Fire. He's his own man and I'm my own.
Firewoman: Got it, Rabbxt. I'll tell him that.
Blitz: Anything for me, Fire?
Firewoman: Basically the same thing. If you and Rabbxt are still friends...
Rabbxt: A team, not friends.
Blitz: Fuck you, Rabbxt.
Firewoman: Guys! I'm still talking! If you and Rabbxt are still partners when Nerves realizes that he made a mistake, he might want to become your friend again, too.
Rabbxt: Still partners, Fire? I don't even know if we're partners right now.
Firewoman: Well, leave me out of this. If you guys solve your problems, I'll be more than happy to talk to you guys again. If any of you get a real problem, though, I guess you can still come to me for advice, but nothing more.
Rabbxt: Got it, Fire.
Firewoman: See you guys, later. Hope all ends well.
**Firewoman leaves.**
Rabbxt: So...?
**Blitz looks down again, still hesitant to give Rabbxt an answer. Rabbxt looks down, too, almost in disappointment, as the screen fades to black.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:17:28 GMT -5
Interior, Firewoman's Locker Room
Y2J: So, what happened with your match last week? You lost! YOU!!??
FW: Yeah...new rule: no more champagne parties to celebrate title shots the day before the show. Auxilliary rule: No drinking of newly invented yet unknown drinks called "Title Shots," ever.
Y2J: Never, EVAR!! AGAYN!! Sounds wise.
FW: Still, I almost won. And I showed that Playboy wanna be that there's more to being a role model for young women than just hanging uselessly on the arm of muscle-bound freaks.
Y2J: Not that there's anything wrong with that...
FW: Well, no..
Y2J: I overheard some of your rookies' meeting. How did you get elected Den Mother?
FW: sighing I don't know. It's feeling a bit like high school. They're good guys. They treat me like just another wrestler, at least to my face, and not just another diva. They give me respect.
Y2J: As long as that's all they're giving you...
FW: ...
pause while the author tries to compose herself and bring this back to the subject of fantasy wrestling, rated PG.
There's a knock on the door. Y2J opens it to reveal Sexy Male Journalist #1, who is SHOCKED~! to see the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah in the sacred confines of Firewoman's Locker Room.
SMJ: WHOA!
Y2J: Who the hell is this?
FW: Oh, my own personal mic-stand. Whatcha need, Bif?
SMJ: Um...oh, just your thoughts on last week's defeat, and your upcoming tag team match with Hardbody Harris against Nerve Agent and Bloodbath.
FW: Well, I tell Hardbody Harris the same thing I tell all my tag team partners. You have my back? I have yours...no questions asked. You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours. It's all about the communication and the respect. But, you screw me?
Y2J: *ahem*
FW: ... You turn on me? Then I promise you, whatever comes around, goes around. Just ask my partners at Dead Baby Bonanza II, or Rabbxt and Blitz from last week.
Y2J: whispering Um, they lost last week.
FW: Shut up! I was still there!
As far as Nerve Agent and Bloodbath go. I've never met Bloodbath, although I've heard rumors of his prowess with a yo-yo. That's great, but this ain't no playground. Either come ready to wrestle or stay back in your room walking the dog, or whatever the kids are calling it these days. Nerves is going to have to learn to stand on his own and fight his own battles. I'm more than willing to help teach him that lesson.
And last week? I almost won. I think everyone back stage should take notice of the fact that even though I was feeling slightly under the weather, I was this close to winning. [she holds her fingers very close together right in front of SMJ's face. SMJ flinches as she does this.
I don't know who my title match is going to be against, yet, but they should take note of that.
There...got it Bif?
SMJ: Uh...yeah.
Y2J: Good. Now Firewoman and I have a bit of strategy of our own to discuss. shutting door So catch you around, Bif.
SMJ: But my name's not Bif? Door shuts.
As the door shuts, SMJ sees that while he was in there, someone has affixed a brand new OOfficially licensed OOWF sign that reads "Firewoman's Locker Room" with a small red bow on it.
SMJ: That wasn't there when I first got here... I wonder who put that there?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:17:53 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is relaxing in the Run DLP Locker Room, Presented by Aquafina watching the Sony Multimedia Center. Lucios wanders in, fresh from his "secret" (you know, except for the ninja cameras) meeting with LD Williams*
DM: Hey, Luc...You gotta see this bro.
L: See what?
DM: OOWF-TV. You seen this crew here?
L: Firewoman, The Nerves Agent, Rabbxt and Blitz? What about them?
DM: Dude, it's watching "OOWF-Laguna Beach" or something. Quality Teen Drama Stuff. "Will they or WON'T they be Partners...Fine out Next time...On "OOWF-Laguna Beach"...
L: *laughing* That's a pretty good announcer voice.
DM: Yeah, I want Russ' job when he either dies or gets firrrrrrrrred or quits or whatever.
L: Isn't Ric in line for that job?
DM: Ever wonder if we got some "Multiplicity" Copy of Ric? Just doesn't seem, you know, like Ric all the time.
L: It's possible he just has "The Alzheimer's". Or, maybe too many blows to the head.
DM: *laughing* Probably.
*Phantos enters*
P: Ok, I'm officially bored.
DM: What else is new, ADD boy?
P: You know, I could break your neck 15 times before you stood up from there.
DM: Wow. Phantos is being a BADASS. I like it dude.
L: Yeah, having a little edge to you always helps. Look what happens when you don't. Poor Hardbody.
DM: If he weren't such a freaking loser, I'd a gree. But he wasn't always that big a loser. Multi-time World champ, Tag Champ..
L: It's funny, sometimes I wonder if having the Championship is a curse. Look at what's happened. Microplay, Chris Cole, Niles Anderson, Harris, Alt, Heck, even your buddy Eric O'Mac.
DM: *sniffles at the mention of EOM* Well, you're forgetting the runs of Stank, and TCH in there too.
P: TCH retired.
DM: They were old.
L: Ric is older.
DM: He's older than my Dad.
P: This conversation is going nowhere...Let's go somewhere.
L: Like where?
P: MINI-GOLF!
L: Mini-golf?
DM: Know what? Yeah. Mini-Golf. Let's go.
P: Really?
DM: Yeah, really, It'll be fun, we can scare all the little kids.
L: Why would we scare all he little kids?
DM: Well Gee, I'm like 6'10" and 300 lbs, and you guys are wearing masks.
P: He's got a point.
L: Alright then. Let's go. Where's the Dunkin' Donuts Limousine?
DM: Fucking Curt has it, he's showing off again, going down Main Street asking everyone if they know who he is.
L: I'll text him.
DM: No, wait; let's make this a retro trip. Let's just call a cab.
P: Just like the old days...Scroungin' up change for cab fare.
L: Yeah, sure, ok.
P: Cool man. I'm gonna go hail a cab.
*Phantos does a standing front flip and runs toward the street. Lucios and Davin choose to walk.*
DM: Yeah, this will be good. Get us the hell out of the tape room.
L: Yeah. Hey listen, about before, were you watching...
DM: Yeah, I saw.
L: You're not pissed off?
DM: No, because LD said a lot of things that are true. You came in as a team with Phantos, not part of Run DLP. Funny how it's kind of taken on a life of its own, isn't it?
L: But what about...
DM: Nah listen, seriously, don't sweat it. You have no obligation to me at all. This started as a mutual protection agreement, and all the other stuff has come from that. Anytime you and P-Dawg wanna end it, let me know, and we'll go our seperate ways, no hard feelings. I can't guarantee I won't tease a reunion spot doing run-ins if you guys are getting screwed and beat up and whatnot.
L: *grins* Yeah, I guess you're right...But what about...
DM: Moose? See, we're just the 2 bullies on the block, eventually, they're gonna fight (tm "Red Dawn". It's not a OMG GOOD/EVIL WORLD SAVING DOOM thing. It's just a couple dudes who like to fight and piss each other off. Moose will probably tell you that he doesn't like it, but he does. It's just not epic enough of a reason to do anything about it. It's just about 2 dudes who like hurting people. Nothing more. Couple weeks ago? That was just a little tweak to remind Jack I'm still here; and also had the added advantage of helping out that Little Fruitcake Concrete TG. My debt's paid to that loser.
L: And the...
DM: *pulls out his pills* Never leave home without em. Docs fixed it so I got just the right amount of crazy. Hey *shakes bottle* When I stop taking these...Then you worry. Until that happens, don't worry.
L: All right. Let's go play mini-golf.
DM: Good idea.
L: Hey, don't you have to cut a promo on Ryan Hardcore?
DM: I'll get to it. You guys should cut a promo on Los Def. You haven't done that in a while.
L: God, how many more times do we have to face those guys?
DM: Well, I wonder if cutting a killer promo will do it?
L: I'll see what me and Phantos can come up with. Hey, one more thing...why the sudden interest in Rabbxt? Are you thinking of....
DM: Come on
*They get in the cab*
DM: We'll talk about it on the way.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:18:11 GMT -5
Nerves: Did you talk to Rabbxt and Blitz for me, Firewoman?
Fire: Yea, I talked to them. They've still got some tension between the two of them, from what I could see.
Nerves: Yea, I figured. Them being a tag team is up in the air, right?
Fire: That's right. I think they should stick together. Sure, they're not the best at this point, but if they stay a team and maybe try to become more than just partners...
Nerves: I think that's their main problem. They're too much like enemies to be cooperative tag partners. It must be the face/heel thing.
Fire: I don't know, Nerves. You're a heel and you and Rabbxt just had a falling out.
Nerves: Yea, but that's different. Shoot kayfabe in the head and examine our situation and I'm still pissed at Rabbxt for what he did. Hopefully, I can get over it sooner rather than later, but until then, I'm mad at him. And Blitz...
Fire: I think Blitz was just trying to use you to get to Rabbxt. Rabbxt has been bossing Blitz around the entire time he's been here in the OOWF. I think he's just getting sick of it and wanted to use you to get back at Rabbxt.
Nerves: I'm thinking you're right, Fire. You're a cool chick. You know that?
Fire: Yea, actually. I do know that.
Nerves: Haha. I bet you do. You should go and check back on Rabbxt and Blitz, though. See what's happening with their tag team right now.
Fire: Why do you care about them at this point, though? I thought you hated them now.
Nerves: Yea, I do. But I might not in the future.
Fire: Why don't you worry about that when that time comes?
Nerves: Because in the future, it might be too late to solve things. But if I almost solve things right now, but still stay mad at them both, then we can still be friends again in the future. But yea, I still hate them right now.
Fire: Um, ok? But I'd rather just let them sort things out without me getting in between anything.
Nerves: I think you can hurry things along, though. They're getting no where by themselves. But don't mention anything about me telling you to do it. I don't want them to know that I'm talking about them or anything.
Fire: I'll do it, Nerves. What else do I have to do right now, anyway? I'll text you later and tell you what's up.
Nerves: Thanks, Fire. Peace.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 27, 2008 10:18:45 GMT -5
Lucas Mann walks into the Destroyitarium. He sends a nod of acknowledgment over to Outback Jack, flanked by Wally B and Shelia (her actual name not a euphemism) by the dartboard. With taped ribs, Stank walks up to the bar, pours himself a drink, then turns to the invisible ninja cameraman.
"Donovan, you hit me with a chair and cracked two of my ribs. Payback will be a bitch. This... I promise you.
LD Williams. No excuses. I will face you at Mayhem. I will beat you at Mayhem. I'm not concerned about my legacy as champ. Maybe after I've lost the title I will conduct a retrospective on my title reign.
But know this.
There's no looking past the end of my match with you... there's only the match itself.
A decisive win.
Beating a count out is not how I like to do business, but it has served me well. Don't act like you'd be above doing the same thing if it meant a notch in the win column and the preservation of your championship.
But we're warriors you and I, aren't we? There's a measure of pride at stake in each match we fight. At the end of the battle, having survived a grueling match, you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror. I look pretty good in that mirror. You know why? Because I still have THIS. I'm still the OOWF World Champion.
And at Mayhem I'm going to grant you your wish. I will decisively beat you either by pinfall or submission. This is my promise to you.
I won't settle for a count out victory.
<Stank takes a swig of Southern Comfort whiskey.>
I like this brand of whiskey, LD. You should TRY it."
<Camera Fades>
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